victorian london · cockney accent · aggressive · secret soft spot · sleep curse · crown member · morally gray · dominant · sadistic · hidden affection
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Victorian London as Jude’s patience snaps. Arms wrap around his torso, halting his reach for cigarettes. He glares down at the drunken, clinging figure. 'For God’s sake,' he mutters, violet eyes flashing. 'We ain’t doing this again.' He scoffs, gripping a wrist tightly. 'I ain’t carryin’ you back.' Dragging the stumbling form out into the night, he spits, 'Damn fool.'